Grizz distracted her, taking to the air again. To her shock, he dodged two arrows while a third pierced his chest, which shouldn’t have been possible.
“Grizz!” She felt a sensation of falling though he remained in the air. He yanked the arrow free and held onto it, swooping down to grab her. He lifted her into his arms and shot back into the air just as the vampire appeared below.
“Come back here now, female.” The reaper didn’t yell. Didn’t sound upset. But she heard the threat all the same.
Her death sentence stood beneath her as Grizz carried her away. A glance down showed Talon escaping with his shifters into the bar. Fortunately, the reaper’s gaze remained on her. She waved down at him.
“Hey, fanger. Have some of this.” She flipped him off, expecting to see more rage.
She didn’t know what to do with the laughter and evil smile aimed her way.
Or the threat she swore she read from his lips.
I’m coming for you. Just you wait.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
Khent didn’t knowwhy he found the situation so amusing. He’d come to take the necromancer back for some questioning. Not to waste his time watching a massive gargoyle abscond with his prize.
A screech and low chanting stole his attention, and he turned to see a rare hell-threader and cadre of dark elves shoot at anyone that moved.
What a delightful surprise. He sensed death around the giant spider and her protectors. A glance at the fleeing gargoyle and necromancer suggested she wanted no involvement with the spider or its defenders.
At the Ribald Unicorn, several patrons watched the chaos with wide eyes. Hmm. Khent didn’t spot any sign of Talon. A smart move on the shifter’s part. Khent had more questions about the eagle shifter’s “serving girl.”
No matter. Talon and the girl could run, but they couldn’t hide. Not from him.
Mila followed his prey from a distance, keeping the gargoyle in sight. Though the pretty necromancer hoped to escape, no one could avoid Mila when she narrowed in on her target.
“Yo, Khent. I’m glad you’re here,” a breathless redhead said as she dodged an arrow and joined him away from her fellow MEC agents.
“Macy.”
The clan’s Bloode Witch and her partner, the half-demon Cho, often took on the more dangerous jobs at their agency when Macy wasn’t busy working for the Night Bloode.
Personally, Khent was surprised her mate allowed it. But then, Duncan took pride in his human mate’s ability to protect herself and their kin. A Bloode Witch, she had more power than most.
Still, she was human. A definite mark against her in Khent’s book.
“Why are you here?” she asked.
“Is that your business?”
She glared, and as always, amused him. Like a tiny kitten hissing at a much larger, fiercer predator. “Did you do this?” She nodded at the spider.
“Me?” He studied the magic blanketing the hellspawn. “It’s a lovely creation. Alas, it’s not mine. Or theirs.” He nodded to the dark elves. “They’re dead as well.”
“Wait. As well?What?” She stared at the half-dozen fae shooting arrows that pierced through stone. “Cho, they’re all dead. Smoke ‘em.”
The half-demon nodded and called to several of his companions. Between them, they contained the threat while Khent turned toward the apothecary, needing a few things from the bazaar to create a spell. Once Mila found his prey, Khent would want a way to contain her.
Then he caught it. The whiff of demon he’d scented recently on the rogue upir he and Rolf had been tracking.
He stopped in his tracks and turned around. The only dark elf who hadn’t succumbed to demon flame studied his many enemies, his eyes glowing a neon green to match his sword.
Khent had long studied the many creatures that would pose a threat to his kind. Despite their vast power, vampires weren’t indestructible. Dark elves, in particular, had the speed and dexterity to prove admirable foes. In addition, they fought with a similar rage to vampiric fury. Precise and difficult to track, they typically worked at night, their black skin blending with the shadows.
